Nicholas POV
The silence in the penthouse was a quite stifling. Outside, the city went about its own day with the news headlines screaming ; Hale's Chopstick Courtship. Billionaire Plays with His Food. Every gossip site, every financial blog, every f*****g vulture with a keyboard had that picture. Her face. My face looking at her like she was the only goddamn thing in the world.
I stood at the window, watching the rain blur London into a weird blob. My knuckles were white where I gripped the cold glass. The quarterly reports on my desk were meaningless matters at the moment.
All I could see was the photo. Her, leaning in while I watched her. The raw, unguarded passion in my own eyes. It was a f*****g mistake – I didn't know the pictures would be so widespread. Now everyone knew, a damn
